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Too many thoughts
Coursing through my viens
No place to spill over
No place to gather
Building up, oh so slowly
Feels like fire
Flowing
Throughout my fingers, my arms, my chest, my neck
Burning
These thoughts
Memories
I don't want to remember
Bloody stories of a forgotten nightmare
The edges are still too sharp
Much too sharp
It cuts
Deep
Right to the bone
How painful
Almost conforting
To welcome a former hell
This heart knows too well
Hidden behind stone
Cracked and chipping
Emptiness seeping through
The darkness clings on
A true friend
Garunteed to fail you
As promised